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There is a man with no faceAnd a name I don't rememberWho lives in a house in the middle of the woodsAnd he said once"Son, don't you ever laugh out loudFor they are listeningOh, they are listeningOh, you've got to be strongOh, you've got to keep holding onIt's now just a matter of time"(Head for the hills, go!)

They provide the paintFor the picture perfect masterpiece, that you willPaint on the insides of your eyelidsCan you possibly see anything you want to see?No (Hell No!)"There's nothing wrong with the way I see"And he wanted to be a soldier in the next great warHe wanted to kill and fight and maimBut not be told what he was fighting forAnd that's the wayIt's going to have to be my friendAnd that's the wayIt's going to have to be my friend

I passed a manOn the corner in the city yesterday singing"Yada yada yada and tomorrow it'll never end"And I never thought I'd liveTo see another sunny dayBut I'm here and I fear I'll be here till the end(So watch your mouth)Or you're going to make a grave mistake(Hold your tongue)Or you're going to catch a bullet in the head(So watch your mouth)Or you're going to make a grave mistakeDon't die for anythingLess than the best of life

The things you said went to your headBut you never tried to understand:What they'll take you will never take backWhat they take when take what they canBecause they can from youYou follow me and you follow me but you never ask whyAnd I wonder what you're underCould this be another piece of the"I don't care I just do what they sayBecause they say what to do in a matter of fact way"But don't stop because you might get burnedAnd you might just learn to stand on your own two feetAnd I think that it's neatHow you learn to repeat everythingThat you hear in the street so wellYou learn to repeat everythingThat you hear so wellYou learn to repeat everythingThat you hear so well

Oh andEveryone was resting because they thought it was the endAnd even if it wasn't they decide they'd pretendAnd somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering"You can fight all you wantYou'll never win in the end"

Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bedI am taken to the forest to the isolated shedAnd I wake with his words resonating in my headAnd I can't stop thinking about the gist of what he said:So watch your mouthOr you're going to make a grave mistakeHold your tongueOr you're going to catch a bullet in the headSo watch your mouthOr you're going to make a grave mistakeDon't die for anythingLess than the best ofEveryone settles for the restNot the best ofI will die for no lessThan the best of life